Poetry about mood/modern poetry 1. What are the poems about artistic conception in modern times?
1, mood
Author: overweight-modern
Emotions, sometimes,
It will be like a rock in a deep mountain.
Half the loneliness,
Almost no exposure,
Let the attached moss and unknown wild flowers,
Preserve the radiance of the sun,
Emotions, sometimes,
It will rain heavily in the sky.
Let go of all the depression,
Talk to the silent earth.
Let the ancient rivers and the blood vessels of life,
Impulse is the cry of the soul.
2, "Emotion"
Author: Xing Lian
Unlike a dream trip,
I can't wait to turn my hurried steps into poems.
There are no words on the back,
A thousand words are not as valuable as that important summary.
I always like to travel light,
Sometimes feeling sad is a sunset.
I can't adapt to the forward movement except for a little worry.
My broken heart never wants to look back.
Please use cloudy days to measure a person's mood.
Don't forget your imagination just because you are quiet.
The smiling expression may be a disguise,
True happiness is like a hundred flowers blooming in the heart in spring.
Please pay attention to everything in the world with sympathetic eyes.
No one can remain strong in constant pain.
If your question is painted in a complicated color,
The water waves that once rippled are now disappearing in the precipitation.
3. "mood"
Author: Zi Rui-Modern
Spring rain is as thin as sorrow,
I am entangled in my heart.
Sunshine is shy,
Hide behind the dark clouds.
Lazy heart with unwilling ripples,
Who's here,
Save that,
A heavy, damp and cold mood.
4. "mood"
Author: Chong-an Shi-Modern
Helpless mood,
Will not use tears to express.
All along,
Get used to keeping silent.
Meet from a distance,
Take a good road.
Your own mood,
It just broke out.
In the silent deadlock,
If there is no blue sky.
Destiny is predestined,
In a heavy rain.
The world of emotions,
It's too tight to loosen.
5. "Stabilize your emotions"
Author: overweight-modern
When the tillers germinate,
Holding the mood of MengMeng.
When it blooms,
Holding the mood of flowering.
Therefore,
Grasp the mood of the result.
2. Modern artistic conception poems (preferably self-created)
Moyun
Memories splash indigo on the edge of rice paper
Brush strokes outline your exquisiteness.
Splash ink and rain on the balcony
Render the secret memory of the book fragrance
You left me alone in the dark.
Like an altar full of old wine.
A wisp of smoke will erase you from your hidden memory.
Sandalwood
Tell me about your trace.
speak softly
The loneliness expressed by ink color
Weaving lost memories in pure white
Cherish the ending of cyan dyeing.
I only wait for the bright moon.
Leave a thick Mo Yun waiting for you.
A gift from the earth
The source of reproduction life
This is a gift from the earth.
The sea is magnificent.
The surging tide is a river.
A steady stream is a river.
The spring is a stream.
Taojiangshui
Raise the industrious and brave Chinese nation
The West Lake is haunted by misty rain.
The waterfall is majestic and the poet sings.
A mysterious and inexhaustible marine treasure
Water is the best gift of the earth.
Please cherish this gift.
Cherish her charm
Cherish her spirit
Cherish her spirit
Cherish the best gift of the earth.
Youth is not over.
Youth is a kind of beautiful sadness.
-Jing M.Guo
The feeling of youth is holding the sunshine.
The feeling of youth is joyful.
In fact, youth also has a touch of sadness.
The aura of youth surrounds us.
The happiness of youth is gorgeous around us.
Youth, we smile brightly.
And tears will flood.
It was the happiness and pain of youth that slipped through the palm of your hand.
In youth, we begin to collect other people's feelings.
Just like I have fallen in other people's emotions.
Be cautious
Look at their past at that time
In our own way
To interpret youth.
When we find the opportunity to bloom in youth
When we have the ability to fly our dreams
We are still
Youth is not over.
I wrote it all myself. . Remember to praise it.
3. Sad modern poetry
Winter has begun.
Light snow and heavy snow.
Solstice of winter. Minor Cold
Great cold. In the lonely winter when I can't meet the second lonely person.
Walk alone, sing alone, go shopping alone, and watch the world carnival alone. People walked hand in hand around the amusement park.
He is the only one for her. I am the only one for everyone.
The world is full of opportunities for us to meet. But I've never seen you.
My world is so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on.
Smart people like to guess their minds. They may have guessed other people's hearts, but they also lost themselves. Silly people, who like to give their hearts, may be cheated, but they may not be able to get others'.
You thought I was invulnerable, I thought you were invulnerable. Touching a sad place is more ridiculous.
The world of mortals dreams together, but don't laugh and be affectionate. A handful of sad tears, who can solve the sad taste.
It is a pity to have a lover, but it is a pity to be buried in snow. Tears look up to the sky in a dream, thousands of miles away.
Poor lover, jack shall have Jill. Affectionate, ridiculous, and ridiculous to continue acting. It is impossible to miss the opportunity. It's ridiculous to wake up from a dream. It would be nice to know that luck is gone and money is gone. Unfortunately, time is not colorful, and time flies. Don't forget me, I am a husband destined to be beautiful.
Maybe you can love many people, but only one person will make you laugh the brightest and cry the saddest. For me-everyone should smile brightly, but I don't know who gave me the brightest smile.
Crying, that's common. But I don't understand who is sad and who makes me most sad.
It's just that my heart hurts too much, too much ... and then I can't feel the pain. I can't remember the light and shadow of the class barge.
Silent night, lonely people, wandering mood, sleepless night, looking out the window, cold wind blowing, adding desolation, the stars in the sky accompany me to sleep. I am waiting for the east wind to blow me, my heart is surging, my face is full of tears, my clothes are wet, the night is longer and my thoughts are more confused. At this time, I am alone, and I am sad on the emotional road. He doesn't belong to you and is doomed to give up.
Life's love, the road is bumpy, fate is doomed, don't let love get hurt, cherish what you have and give up what you have lost. Find yourself.
Alas, there are many lovers, poor infatuation, deep feelings in my heart, hard work, waste for self-esteem, but fate is biased, crying, a thousand miles of dreams, the clouds are not empty, and finally fall in love, love people, reluctant to leave the world of mortals. Whether you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy; Miss me, or don't miss me, I feel there, and I won't come or go; You love me, or you don't love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing; You follow me, or you don't follow me. My hand is in your hand. Don't give up.
Weeping and swallowing, passionate dreams break the world. Heart-wrenching pain, continuous drizzle, ruthless parting, tears like clear autumn.
There is nothing to do, but the dust has gone and the autumn wind is still there. When will it end? It's really cold in love, blowing away beautiful faces and leaves in the autumn wind.
A thousand miles of acacia has disappeared, and I can't hear the song of Jiali. I miss my heart so much, and I am sad to say goodbye to my lover. In this case, I should be rebellious. In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love. I just met you in my most beautiful years.
I am used to waiting, so I can't resist standing back to the origin of waiting in reincarnation. I don't know how long it will take to see the answer; I don't know, so how long do I have to wait for the result? Miss, very light, that's because I can't see the result of miss.
Perhaps, missing doesn't need results, it just proves that someone once existed in my heart. Can you give me a proof that it once existed? If you don't have the talent to grasp the true feelings, it will be heartless if you waste many years in the world of mortals. Sincere, you can soothe your heart, love and spit, and you are really hurt in love. On a sunny day, boundless love is full of fantasy, and you will step into absurdity, sobbing and blowing people's tears under your pillow, and now you are dreaming.
Accustomed to insomnia, accustomed to the silent night, lying in bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about your light blue clothes. Get used to sleeping with your partner. Get used to being alone in a room, holding a fluffy bear and sleeping alone.
Accustomed to eating salty, accustomed to the salt of the wound, it spread a little in my heart. I am used to looking at the sky and sitting alone in the well of love, reading poems about you.
Many past events have become so vague in front of our eyes. What we once believed, insisted on and always believed is actually nothing, nothing. Suddenly found himself stupid, stupid.
I swear, I laughed until tears came down. Laughing at us for being so stupid, we are always repeating some injuries, and no one can avoid being discovered by pain.
But I have been silly looking forward to it until I am disappointed, then looking forward to it, and then disappointed.
4. There are sad poems.
Wrong Author: Zheng Chouyu, I walked through Jiangnan, which looks like a lotus in the season. Catkin will not fly in March. Your heart is like a lonely town. Streets are like bluestones. Spring in March can't reveal your center of the earth. It was a beautiful mistake to cover my horseshoe. I am not a passer-by. Author: Dai Wangshu holds an oil-paper umbrella. A person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is as sad as cloves and as fragrant as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold and sad as I am. What makes her sad is that she approaches silently. Take another breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and floating around me like a clove. She walked silently towards the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, her color dispersed and her fragrance dissipated. Even her sighing eyes, supported by an oil-paper umbrella, wandered alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane.
5. Modern poems describing happy mood
The dew on the petals reflects the softness of the whole world.
I hold it in my palm,
A beautiful face dissolved into fingertips,
Condensed into a unique immortal memory.
Think about it,
Among the beautiful things,
Give people the most lasting enjoyment,
Still normal beauty.
People long for green life in the desert,
Xiuzhu Maolin, a scenic spot, may not be thought of.
Probably it seems that hometown is the most common.
It is also the most vivid corner of the green field.
Good mood,
You can find it in every detail.
Dear friends:
Do you feel it?